FALLEN LEAVES AS LAMPPOSTS

I am waiting snowflakes to arrive even there are still green leaves in the tree tops in Frankfurt. Walking with a hot green tea cup in hand in dark streets, yellow fallen leaves being the lampposts on black asphalt. Contrasting the dark woods where I grew up to the concrete buildings here, which become as silent as the woods for the evening. Sometime I even find a branch cracking under my feet.

BEGINNING OF A NEW DIARY

Hello,

Do you hear me? Nice to meet you.
Greetings from Frankfurt, where I am having a small autumn journey. It is a good feeling to scribble down these first words of my weather diary. I hope you enjoy it.

The weather around is smelling of boiling common beans, a church bell is clinking, the sun is loosening a bit of its strength and a cloud of fog is covering the Taunus-hills behind the window.

How are you? Welcome!